is the world finally growing wise?
(OOC: Multi-pup post! :D I'm alive, I swear. <3 )
Rain has a very odd feeling in the pit of her stomach. She feels as though she's waiting for something bad to happen. It puts her on edge, if anything. She's curled up in the common room of the Conrad basement, a weathered book of some sort resting in her lap. She's been trying to read, but she can't keep focused.
It might be the tension of the whole city, but Rain has an idea that something, somewhere, is at work.
Ianto is attempting to make coffee. Normally, he excels greatly at this task, but the burn on his palm (and his newly healed wrist; take that, John Hart) make it a little more difficult than usual. Once he does get the machine to cooperate, he seems rather pleased with himself. Thus, he waits. He needs to talk to Gwen at some point, if only to make sure she's alright. Sure, the woman told him she was fine, but... he'd rather see it with his own eyes.
If anyone happens to pass him in the Kashtta, he'll probably make you a hot beverage of your choice. He didn't swindle a coffee machine from the Conrad for nothing!
Ivan has wandered away from the Main Gauche and has found himself in the park. He's not too sure why he's come here, but he had the itching feeling to get out. He's craving a kill-- preferably angelic, but if not, he won't complain too much. He's just walking, hands stuffed in his pockets as he watches the occasional passerby.
If he finds nothing to suit his tastes here, he'll wander up the street later to a bar, no doubt. Always the fun ones that go roaming out of there. And who would suspect an awkward, innocent boy? Even though they probably should.
Rain has a very odd feeling in the pit of her stomach. She feels as though she's waiting for something bad to happen. It puts her on edge, if anything. She's curled up in the common room of the Conrad basement, a weathered book of some sort resting in her lap. She's been trying to read, but she can't keep focused.
It might be the tension of the whole city, but Rain has an idea that something, somewhere, is at work.
Ianto is attempting to make coffee. Normally, he excels greatly at this task, but the burn on his palm (and his newly healed wrist; take that, John Hart) make it a little more difficult than usual. Once he does get the machine to cooperate, he seems rather pleased with himself. Thus, he waits. He needs to talk to Gwen at some point, if only to make sure she's alright. Sure, the woman told him she was fine, but... he'd rather see it with his own eyes.
If anyone happens to pass him in the Kashtta, he'll probably make you a hot beverage of your choice. He didn't swindle a coffee machine from the Conrad for nothing!
Ivan has wandered away from the Main Gauche and has found himself in the park. He's not too sure why he's come here, but he had the itching feeling to get out. He's craving a kill-- preferably angelic, but if not, he won't complain too much. He's just walking, hands stuffed in his pockets as he watches the occasional passerby.
If he finds nothing to suit his tastes here, he'll wander up the street later to a bar, no doubt. Always the fun ones that go roaming out of there. And who would suspect an awkward, innocent boy? Even though they probably should.